My children, My Children.
I know a man, brilliant. Awake at night — sermons to the dark. Ideas unknown. Dreams not dreamt. Visions unseen. Silent men are dunces. Morons. Imbeciles. Lobotomized. Useless for good. Myself. Sitting always — wondering why I couldn’t walk. Eyes shut — questioning why I couldn’t see. A self-surrendering prisoner of war. Below a coward — beneath the dead. Older found his voice. Fits and starts younger, yes. Unwelcome thoughts — awkward speech. Rejected as a Preacher. Truncated ideas force…